Overheard at Spamalot

King Arthur: “Patsy, why didn’t you tell me you were Jewish?”

Patsy: “Well Sire, it’s not normally the thing you say to a heavily armed Christian!”

I had the good fortune of stumbling onto a ticket to see Monty Python’s Spamalot courtesy of BelleWeather. If you haven’t had a chance, dear reader, to give this hillarious play a go, I’d highly recommend it. If, for nothing else but the concluding sing-a-long to “Always look on the bright side of life”.

And the survey says…..

Jamie Spencer at AustinDefense is on the hunt for the Top Criminal Defense Blogs out there. If you’re an avid legal blog reader, particularly blogs on criminal law and defense and would like to chime in with your favourites, send Jamie an e-mail  and let him know.

Jamie can be reached at jamie -AT- austindefense.com

I have to say that between reading Mark Bennett’s blog and some of Jamie’s posts, I’ve given quite a few thoughts these past few days about a possible career in criminal defense. With the death of habeas corpus and dubious imprisonment happening far too often these days criminal law seem remarkably appealing. I wonder if they’ll forgive my criminal Criminal law grade. It’s not that bad really, it’s just not the alpha grade I really wanted.

Legal writing - The most criminal of all enterprises

Houston-based criminal defense lawyer Mark Bennett writes a remarkably interesting blog that I discovered courtesy of Gilman’s Blawgraphy . Bennett is part of a husband and wife criminal defense team (I hate to think what happens in that household when someone doesn’t take out the trash!) and through his blog chimes in on the world of Criminal Defense.

Bennett (Mr.) posted on the need and use of Plain English which is one of the most refreshing things I’ve read in a long time. His blog goes up on my wall of shame/fame (i.e. BlogRoll) and should be added to your daily dose of legal fiber.

Bennett claims to be a radical too. If we all could learn to be. If only just a little.

That’s why they call it the blues

Examinations, especially law school examinations are anti-climactical at best. My contracts exam was no different.

When he walked into our classroom, on the first day of class, our contracts professor, Anthony Chase, told us “Contracts are about the blues. You’ve done me wrong and now you have to make it right.” After our examination on Tuesday, Prof. Chase has several members of our class singing the blues. We had a 178 question multiple choice exam. ‘Not too bad’ you may say but this 178 question beast had to be finished in 3 hours. So that’s 180minutes for 178 questions so a little over a minute per question. ‘Still not too bad’, I hear the peanut gallery retort, but what if I told you that many of the questions were a half page to a page long? Do you think you could just finish reading a question like that in under a minute?

 I’m grateful that I can read rather quickly. What my comprehension is at that rate of speed I’m not sure but I felt like I got a good effort in. Many of my classmates were clamouring for an essay based exam. As if that would be any fairer. We’re all subject to the grade curve anyway. Some of the smartest people in our class still turned in their exams in before time, so has anything really changed? I don’t know. All will be revealed when grades come out. And then the real reason anyone was really fighting for great grades - Law Review- will have been decided.

As first year law students we hang so much of our hopes and dreams on the sharp precipice that is the Law Review cut-off. Eager to make a Faustian bargain just to be privy to the academic elite and walk behind the law school velvet rope to be part of Law Review. Is it all worth it? Is it all that it’s cracked up to be? I don’t know. I want in as much as the next guy.

Law school and Law review in the end is just like any competitive endeavour really. Like making the finals in the Olympics for example. The unfortunate reality is that people seem to only remember who won.

Overheard in a coffe-shop

The saturday night before a big final means I’m either at home languishing between the pages of my text books or am somewhere like Cafe Artiste languishing between the pages of my text book. The interesting thing about Cafe Artiste is that every once in a while I’ll hear something over the background noise and here’s what I heard tonight: 

Gay man telling female friend: “I came out to my parents over breakfast. My Mom was pouring us all coffee. ‘Mom’, I said,  ‘I like my coffee like I like my women……..I don’t like coffee…‘ “

You know you’ve been in law school too long when….

My second dose of humor today came in the form of a legal co-ed who has rarely failed to amuse me.

Ana puts it all in perspective:

I managed to get through my second final without my colon exploding. I’m calling that a success.”

Suddenly my contracts final doesn’t seem so bad. 

For more life and times of this manifestation of George Carlin with curves, read on at http://www.rubyredslipper.blogspot.com/

A gift for Father’s Day

As part of a promotion at work, the company is doing a little extra for the Mother’s Day and Father’s Day season. It’s throwing a little sop at prospective buyers if they close on their home a little earlier, all in the name of ‘honouring thy Father & Mother’.  Growing up in the old country, we celebrated both those days at a different time then they do here in the States. Mother’s day was along the lines of the UK which was on the Fourth Sunday in Lent as opposed to the second Sunday in May here. Father’s day was always on St. Joseph’s day (March 19) while here it is on the third Sunday of June.

I had no clue when Father’s Day was celebrated here so I looked up trusty ole Wikipedia to help me out. As I was perusing the page on Father’s Day I stumbled upon this:

” In the UK, Father’s Day is nine months before Mothering Sunday - suggestions have been made that Father gets his present on Father’s Day, and Mother gets hers nine months later. “

Charming. Absolutely charming.